So Over It

I am so over it: gray black brown. Boots fleece wool. Hats scarves gloves. De-icer shovels salt.

And as I look out the window on this Friday morning, the falling snow does not appear: picturesque pristine tranquil. 

It is dark dreary dismal.

I long for color: cornflower coral lemon. Flats cotton twill linen. Blazers t-shirts cropped pants. Pansies tulips crocuses.

Winter has overstayed its welcome.

Spring cannot arrive too soon.

And so I sit-- with my apple green t-shirt beneath my sepia sweater—like a seedling beneath the soil—waiting for the snow to melt so life can immerge unencumbered, colored and with a new beginning.